"Xu Ran, what did you say? Say that again!"
Tang San stared at Xu Ran with eyes wide in shock, his voice trembling. He could hardly believe what he had heard. In his previous life, he had been an orphan adopted by the Tang Sect.
In this life, he was not an orphan. He had a father of his own.
Even though Tang Hao had paid little attention to him when he was young, he had never complained and had still enjoyed that life. That alone showed how deeply he yearned for paternal and maternal love.
Precisely because he had never had it, he craved it beyond measure and would cherish it.
Those who truly had it, however, paid little attention to it, ignoring their parents while they were alive and even finding them annoying. Only after losing them would they look back and realize how wonderful those days had been.
What one could not have forever stirred the heart, while those favored by love felt secure enough to take it for granted.
That was reality.
Ever since coming to the Douluo Continent, Tang San had been disappointed. What he actually longed for most was maternal love. Those moments of being doted on were what he envied. Ever since learning that his mother had sacrificed herself, he had given up that hope.
Now that Xu Ran told him his mother, Ah Yin, was still alive, excitement quickly surged through him. For an instant, he even cast the pain of Xu Ran's abuse to the back of his mind.
But a moment later, he sensed something was wrong. His mother was in Xu Ran's hands? What did that mean?
"Xu Ran, where is my mother?" Tang San drew a deep breath and stared fixedly at Xu Ran.
"In my hands, of